I feel like I might have posted this before, but I can't remember. It's on my mind again.
“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. … I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less”
--Author Anna Quindlen
Although it annoys me how obnoxiously poetic mothers get AFTER they've raised their babies, I also get what she is saying.
The hubs is so good at living in the moment. Great at it. Which is why I need him.
P.S. 3/4 of us our having a very poetic episode of the stomach flu at our house. It's awesome. Not sure when I will get to picking up those wedding photos. I get exhausted just from changing a diaper.